ترانه:
Holy Mother

then we gather down in Salt Lake City To raise our voices in a joyful song Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother Heavenly Father, Holy Mother

I-I, Hold-Hold Weathered by the storm And you-you, won't feel- won't feel You're wasted by the one And now- and now, you know-you know Your money's running

life So you think armageddon's just a fantasy A crazy man's just a fool So you think armageddon's just a lie about the skip-code holy rule So you're

You're diggin' You're diggin' You're diggin' in the shit You're diggin' You're diggin' You're diggin' in the shit Ain't got no money You ain't got no

Huge success The kind that makes you wonder I am no test Repossed I'm under, I am nowhere A solitary way Huge success you never gave away What if I were

Betcha thinkin' that the world is wrong Betcha thinkin' that the world is sin Betcha thinkin' that I'm takin' all the wreckage And I'm leakin' all the

Seven years ago When you still had your smile When you still had your laugh Always in control To bring us all alive To leave us when you died Walking

You booked us a flight You took us for free You got us to sign Intelligence played on me Don't care if we die Your money is king You never grew up And

Rain is falling My face is burning Time to worship the sun Standing still but My wheels are turning Time to polish my gun Walk the mile For my native